Sunday Photos

This is a little something my mom wrote to me in response to my last post. I had to include it here, it is just so beautiful:

Lillie, unfreckled and unsteady as to her place in the world.

Those lingering eyes gulping the possibilities unfolding before them--

Hungry yet patient

Searching yet waiting

While the voice, the fist, the brows trick you into thinking she is undefined.

Oh no, she is right on schedule.

And she, like a thrashing babe in a cocoon,

will emerge one day.

And what will we say to the beauty we see?

We shall say we saw it before, as we are...

In those irresistable eyes.

Those windows.

Black and white

And still they are two beauties with different hair

different eyes, different lips.

No amount of dressing alike,

Talking, poetry can take the uniqueness from them.

And the divergent forms of the girls I see in the photo

Are merely a prelude to the worlds

That are within those lovely heads.

Thoughts, opinions, tolerances,

Passions, fears, faith.

Breathless they leave us each and every minute.

What did we do to have the honor

Of sharing our life paths with them?